It’s a long way to Indiana
But I can feel its sweet rain
On the wind across the great lake
Burning cold on my face
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own

One day, someday, I’ll sit and wonder
If I’ll ever hear his name
He had a voice cracked like fire
And Indiana was the flame
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own

Rivers have always run through this land
Between the wild fragrant pines
The wildest blue, the whitest water
Indiana’s red bloodlines
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own

It’s a long way to Indiana
And it’s a dark dried-up road
A slow cortege that winds through this state
Like old familiar blood
Pain will always take you back
Memories will call you home
Rain will run right through a thunder crack
And hearts will open for their own, for their own